You look about played out.

You haven't been sleeping much of late ?" "No, I can't say that I have." "I ought to have come down at once," said Terry, "but I'm always so blamed afraid of hurting people's feelings." I stared slightly.

I had never considered that one of Terry's weak points, but as he seemed to be quite in earnest, I let the remark pass.
"Do you think I could knock up one of the stable-men to drive me to the village?
I know it's pretty late but I've got to send a couple of telegrams." "Telegrams ?" I demanded.

"Where to ?" Terry laughed.
"Well, I must send a word to the Post-Dispatch to the effect that the Luray mystery grows more mysterious every hour.

That the police have been wasting their energies on the wrong scent, but that the Post-Dispatch's special correspondent has arrived on the scene, and that we may accordingly look for a speedy solution." "What is the second one ?" I asked.
"To your friend, the police commissioner of Seattle." "You don't think that Jeff-- ?" "My dear fellow, I don't think, unless I have facts to think about .-- Don't look so nervous; I'm not accusing him of anything.